Disclaimer: dog-gone-it! I don't own a darn thing. I don't own pink, the
gap, or borders or bath and body works. I do own drake, and I made up
"bumofu" based on a store around here. If you want to use them go on ahead,
just mention there mine in the AN. (I really don't care but I still have to
say it)
Note: this chapter is now out because I am so nervous over a test tomorrow and I want to write because somebody put me on their fav's list. Yeah, I feel so special. ::sniff:: I don't know why they did, must be still more evil effects of boredom.
Remy had managed to stop her from killing anyone, but it was a near miss. She had started to throw a particle fit. She had stopped dead, given him the patented rogue death glare, and ranted about how the gap was responsible for brain washing the youth into pre set molds of what the fashion world wants them to be. Her face was white with cold fury of them even thinking of it. Remy had to practically carry her off as peter went for back up.
"What in tha flamein' hell made you think ah would want ta come here?" she half shouted. In truth she wasn't all that mad any more. But he was still holding her to make sure she wouldn't run off, and she didn't want to make him let go.
"Sorry, my fault. Just calm down a little chere," he whispered into her ear. He noticed he had left his arm around her waist. He traced the fingers of his other hand up and down her, from shoulder to hip. They just stood there hidden in the small space between bath and body works, and borders.
"Hey mate! Ya need any help?" cried john over the crowd. Many of the people had already forgotten about the whole gap-yelling incident that had taken place only 5 minutes before. The two boys were walling along, prepared to see the dead body of their comrade.
"naw," replied Remy stepping out behind them. The two boys looked so relived the almost hugged him. They didn't, which is good as that not only would look a little odd, but that rogue was standing in front of him looking all downcast. He had his hands on her shoulders and a smile on his face.
Rogue walked off and sat on a bench.
"How did you ever survive?" asked peter.
"And why are ya smiling?" asked john.
"Sheer dumb luck, and Remy was just tinking' of how pissed the gap manager was," he replied nodding at the manager that stood at the doorway throwing dangerous glares at them.
"Hey! Yeah you! The girl with the dyed hair!" shouted john to rogue, "are ya going to come with us shopping, or for the first time in history will they boys have to drag the girl around?"
Rogue stood over and walked over to them. "ok," she said, "but Ah pick the store."
"Deal" said peter.
Rogue walked over to a map. She looked at it for a moment then pointed to something and walked off. Her three man strong guardians/kidnappers ran after her.
When they finally caught up to her, rogue can walk REALLY fast when she wants to, she was outside a weird looking store named "bumofu". It had all manner of unusual things in it, from press on nails, to sunglasses to clothes and old license plates. The part of the sign below the title said "sick and twisted things for sick and twisted people." It was the sort of place she would go.
Peter ran in to look for her with Remy at his heals. John however had gotten distracted by a really cool looking tee-shirt.
They found rogue looking through a pile of socks. The most of them were tall or really short or were slashed and frayed. They were all sorts off interesting designs to, like pink and blue flowers with daggers stuck through each petal.
"Hi guys!" she had brightened up a lot now that she was getting what she wanted, "how light do we have to travel?" she asked coolly.
"Oh!" said Remy in surprise, "peter went over that did he?" rogue nodded her head, "then, mebbe 'nuff for ten days at the most." He looked into her basket. It was filled with all sorts of "bumofu" type clothes. What stood out at him were supper low black jeans, funky ripped tank tops, and an inspired shirt made out of what looked like silver mesh with a little bra sewn in.
John ran up.
"Hey john, which do you like more, neon green and black, or the bush morphing into an alien socks?" asked rogue as she tried to decide.
"Neon green, bush will go out of style in a little bit, (yuk, yuk, yuk.) you done?" asked john.
"Nope, ah still gotta get another pair o' pants," she replied digging trough the rack.
"How about shoes?" asked peter walking up with a pair of green tinted sunglasses and a fist full of dog collars.
"Ah got three pairs. Sneakers, boots and slippers," she replied.
"So we almost done? Cuz I'm hungry," said john.
"Speaking of dat, what was up wit' da whole hot dog ting'?" asked Remy.
"You don't want to know it was awful-"
"Ah ha!" shouted rogue. She came out of the pile of racked clothing with some supper log black pants. As they were boys they had no idea what it was made of, but it had little purple bands running from leg to leg and all over the rest of the place. The purple bands connected to silver hooks that were hooked onto silver rings tied into the fabric. It was REALLY baggy but looked somewhat tight from the top of the legs on up.
"Ok, now ah'm done," she said as she put the pair of pants into her massive pile by the cashier.
'Drake' the check out man rung up all the items. As Pinks "just like a pill" came over the intercom 'drake decide to talk to his customers.
Rogue had run off with some of the items already rung up to go change. It was the silver mesh shirt and the purple-banded pants.
"So, who is the girl?" asked 'drake' a little suspiciously.
"My little sister sophie," replied peter.
"Why were you calling her rogue?" asked 'drake' "seems a funny nickname."
"They call me that the same reason ah am buyin' all these clothes. Ah woke up this morning and hated all the things about me. My clothes, my room, even my name. So my brother mark and all his little friends just surrendered into calling me this."
"Oh, pre-mid life crises eh?" asked 'drake'.
"Yup, come on, ya need ta help me pick out new CDs," whined rogue with a huge smile 'drake' couldn't see.
By the time 'drake' was finished bagging all the stuff Remy and john were nearly in tears. Her story was so funny. Not only that but at how 'drake' was looking at her. She was looking totally gorgeous, and he stared at her like she was a Greek goddess.
The bill was $453.29. "mark" AKA peter took out a rather large wad of cash and paid him.
They walked out of "bumofu" leaving 'drake' in a complete state of shock.
Later that day, the four of them sat around a table in the food court eating lunch. Suprisingly rogue started to talk. Even if she wasn't mad it was still a somewhat rare occurrence after all.
"Sophie?" she asked looking at peter.
"Well, it was the first name that came to mind," said peter.
"Right," she said pulled with sarcasm, "but why make up a name at all?"
"So it's harder for us to be tracked," said john.
"Tink' of it as a big ol' game of pretend. Ya get ta pick out your charter and then be 'em for a day," said Remy.
"Oh yeah," said john, "that's the best part. You get to pick who you want to be, and what they look and act like and their past. If you can make it like this you'll be one heck of an actress."
"Ah had ta do a love scene with a boy ah thought tried ta kill me, ah think ah can do this," she replied smiling.
"Ok, now its time to pick our new forms, so to speak. It is most wise for us to keep one per city," said peter.
"What city are we in anyway?" asked rogue.
"Detroit, now my persons name will be mark, like rogue said, he will be up beat and happy. He will love rap music and cg movies," said peter.
"Oh good one homme," said remy, "ok, how 'bout James? He will be really shy and loves all things old fashioned."
"Cool, hello my name is frankie, I grew up in California and I have a big surfing thing going on. If it isn't waves I don care about it," said john.
"Um, ok my name is Sophie, and ah guess ah'm just like myself," said rogue.
"Oh that was weak dude!" said john who had already slipped into his person.
"Fine! Ah'm marks adopted sister, my original parents died in a flood when I was 12 and scene then ah have been taking a load of anti-depressants."
"Little better," said remy meekly.
"We need to go now "sis." Hey, who is going to help me with these bags?" asked peter.
"No one," replied most of them.
"Sweet gloves rogue! They got the finger nails coming out like in the movie about the dogs," said john happily.
Rogue got in his face and said, "you have no idea how annoying that "surfer thang" is."
Peter and remy nearly laughed their heads off.
Hello all, not much to saw here but I didn't take the name of the store from the annoying kid show about animals. The wording underneath the name is a quote from one of my friends.
PS somebody has a petion going around. If you haven't sighed it yet do so. It's in my favs list if you can't find it yourself.
Klucky
Note: this chapter is now out because I am so nervous over a test tomorrow and I want to write because somebody put me on their fav's list. Yeah, I feel so special. ::sniff:: I don't know why they did, must be still more evil effects of boredom.
Remy had managed to stop her from killing anyone, but it was a near miss. She had started to throw a particle fit. She had stopped dead, given him the patented rogue death glare, and ranted about how the gap was responsible for brain washing the youth into pre set molds of what the fashion world wants them to be. Her face was white with cold fury of them even thinking of it. Remy had to practically carry her off as peter went for back up.
"What in tha flamein' hell made you think ah would want ta come here?" she half shouted. In truth she wasn't all that mad any more. But he was still holding her to make sure she wouldn't run off, and she didn't want to make him let go.
"Sorry, my fault. Just calm down a little chere," he whispered into her ear. He noticed he had left his arm around her waist. He traced the fingers of his other hand up and down her, from shoulder to hip. They just stood there hidden in the small space between bath and body works, and borders.
"Hey mate! Ya need any help?" cried john over the crowd. Many of the people had already forgotten about the whole gap-yelling incident that had taken place only 5 minutes before. The two boys were walling along, prepared to see the dead body of their comrade.
"naw," replied Remy stepping out behind them. The two boys looked so relived the almost hugged him. They didn't, which is good as that not only would look a little odd, but that rogue was standing in front of him looking all downcast. He had his hands on her shoulders and a smile on his face.
Rogue walked off and sat on a bench.
"How did you ever survive?" asked peter.
"And why are ya smiling?" asked john.
"Sheer dumb luck, and Remy was just tinking' of how pissed the gap manager was," he replied nodding at the manager that stood at the doorway throwing dangerous glares at them.
"Hey! Yeah you! The girl with the dyed hair!" shouted john to rogue, "are ya going to come with us shopping, or for the first time in history will they boys have to drag the girl around?"
Rogue stood over and walked over to them. "ok," she said, "but Ah pick the store."
"Deal" said peter.
Rogue walked over to a map. She looked at it for a moment then pointed to something and walked off. Her three man strong guardians/kidnappers ran after her.
When they finally caught up to her, rogue can walk REALLY fast when she wants to, she was outside a weird looking store named "bumofu". It had all manner of unusual things in it, from press on nails, to sunglasses to clothes and old license plates. The part of the sign below the title said "sick and twisted things for sick and twisted people." It was the sort of place she would go.
Peter ran in to look for her with Remy at his heals. John however had gotten distracted by a really cool looking tee-shirt.
They found rogue looking through a pile of socks. The most of them were tall or really short or were slashed and frayed. They were all sorts off interesting designs to, like pink and blue flowers with daggers stuck through each petal.
"Hi guys!" she had brightened up a lot now that she was getting what she wanted, "how light do we have to travel?" she asked coolly.
"Oh!" said Remy in surprise, "peter went over that did he?" rogue nodded her head, "then, mebbe 'nuff for ten days at the most." He looked into her basket. It was filled with all sorts of "bumofu" type clothes. What stood out at him were supper low black jeans, funky ripped tank tops, and an inspired shirt made out of what looked like silver mesh with a little bra sewn in.
John ran up.
"Hey john, which do you like more, neon green and black, or the bush morphing into an alien socks?" asked rogue as she tried to decide.
"Neon green, bush will go out of style in a little bit, (yuk, yuk, yuk.) you done?" asked john.
"Nope, ah still gotta get another pair o' pants," she replied digging trough the rack.
"How about shoes?" asked peter walking up with a pair of green tinted sunglasses and a fist full of dog collars.
"Ah got three pairs. Sneakers, boots and slippers," she replied.
"So we almost done? Cuz I'm hungry," said john.
"Speaking of dat, what was up wit' da whole hot dog ting'?" asked Remy.
"You don't want to know it was awful-"
"Ah ha!" shouted rogue. She came out of the pile of racked clothing with some supper log black pants. As they were boys they had no idea what it was made of, but it had little purple bands running from leg to leg and all over the rest of the place. The purple bands connected to silver hooks that were hooked onto silver rings tied into the fabric. It was REALLY baggy but looked somewhat tight from the top of the legs on up.
"Ok, now ah'm done," she said as she put the pair of pants into her massive pile by the cashier.
'Drake' the check out man rung up all the items. As Pinks "just like a pill" came over the intercom 'drake decide to talk to his customers.
Rogue had run off with some of the items already rung up to go change. It was the silver mesh shirt and the purple-banded pants.
"So, who is the girl?" asked 'drake' a little suspiciously.
"My little sister sophie," replied peter.
"Why were you calling her rogue?" asked 'drake' "seems a funny nickname."
"They call me that the same reason ah am buyin' all these clothes. Ah woke up this morning and hated all the things about me. My clothes, my room, even my name. So my brother mark and all his little friends just surrendered into calling me this."
"Oh, pre-mid life crises eh?" asked 'drake'.
"Yup, come on, ya need ta help me pick out new CDs," whined rogue with a huge smile 'drake' couldn't see.
By the time 'drake' was finished bagging all the stuff Remy and john were nearly in tears. Her story was so funny. Not only that but at how 'drake' was looking at her. She was looking totally gorgeous, and he stared at her like she was a Greek goddess.
The bill was $453.29. "mark" AKA peter took out a rather large wad of cash and paid him.
They walked out of "bumofu" leaving 'drake' in a complete state of shock.
Later that day, the four of them sat around a table in the food court eating lunch. Suprisingly rogue started to talk. Even if she wasn't mad it was still a somewhat rare occurrence after all.
"Sophie?" she asked looking at peter.
"Well, it was the first name that came to mind," said peter.
"Right," she said pulled with sarcasm, "but why make up a name at all?"
"So it's harder for us to be tracked," said john.
"Tink' of it as a big ol' game of pretend. Ya get ta pick out your charter and then be 'em for a day," said Remy.
"Oh yeah," said john, "that's the best part. You get to pick who you want to be, and what they look and act like and their past. If you can make it like this you'll be one heck of an actress."
"Ah had ta do a love scene with a boy ah thought tried ta kill me, ah think ah can do this," she replied smiling.
"Ok, now its time to pick our new forms, so to speak. It is most wise for us to keep one per city," said peter.
"What city are we in anyway?" asked rogue.
"Detroit, now my persons name will be mark, like rogue said, he will be up beat and happy. He will love rap music and cg movies," said peter.
"Oh good one homme," said remy, "ok, how 'bout James? He will be really shy and loves all things old fashioned."
"Cool, hello my name is frankie, I grew up in California and I have a big surfing thing going on. If it isn't waves I don care about it," said john.
"Um, ok my name is Sophie, and ah guess ah'm just like myself," said rogue.
"Oh that was weak dude!" said john who had already slipped into his person.
"Fine! Ah'm marks adopted sister, my original parents died in a flood when I was 12 and scene then ah have been taking a load of anti-depressants."
"Little better," said remy meekly.
"We need to go now "sis." Hey, who is going to help me with these bags?" asked peter.
"No one," replied most of them.
"Sweet gloves rogue! They got the finger nails coming out like in the movie about the dogs," said john happily.
Rogue got in his face and said, "you have no idea how annoying that "surfer thang" is."
Peter and remy nearly laughed their heads off.
Hello all, not much to saw here but I didn't take the name of the store from the annoying kid show about animals. The wording underneath the name is a quote from one of my friends.
PS somebody has a petion going around. If you haven't sighed it yet do so. It's in my favs list if you can't find it yourself.
Klucky
